Monday, April 15, 2013

Isn't It Ironic?

The Girl is a notoriously slow eater. Not so much picky, just slow. It takes her a good 45 minutes to eat her breakfast of cereal and yogurt. Luckily for her, this year we don't need to leave to take her to school until a good 20 minutes after the boys' bus comes. (This will change next year when she starts attending their school, which will be a tough adjustment for us all!)

At any rate, she was slow this morning, as usual. We left a little later than we should have, as usual. Our route to her school involves only two roads, both of them two-lane state routes with no real passing zones or side pullouts. Midway to school, we got caught behind a semi, which was going a whopping 15 miles an hour and already had a line of about 20 cars stuck behind it. Since I am actively making an effort to keep my blood pressure down these days, I just resigned myself to being late and let it go. Which good cosmic attitude was rewarded half a mile later by the truck driver pulling over into a pullout on the other side of the road (!) so that we could all get by him.

At least he recognized that his truck was causing a traffic jam and did something about it. But the ironic part? When I passed him, I noticed the company name on the side of his semi: "Speed Transportation." No joke!

About Me

Welcome to the world of Mama D!
A biologist by profession, I'm currently the SAHM of three rambunctious small fry (boys are 12 and 14, girl is 10) and the wife of an attorney with a very good sense of humor, which he often needs around this house. :) An enthusiastic student of taekwondo, I'm also the keeper of the family genealogy records, an avid (some might say insane) geocacher, a school board member and a volunteer for way too many school and community activities. Some days I am overwhelmed by how lucky I am, and some days I'm just overwhelmed!
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